by Ann Lee Miller | Jan 15, 2016 | Blog, Coconut Grove FL, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
Rain splatted against my calves and chin and one elbow as I turned cartwheels across the beach. Planted right-side-up, I shot a grin at Kate who had been throwing sand balls into the channel between our island and Pier 1. Kate dove into the water, her salt-stiff hair... by Ann Lee Miller | Jan 8, 2016 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
Sun winked off ice piled high as our T-shirt necks. Grins split our faces. Our knobby knees pumped full-tilt for the mound of “snow” the Canfields had scored at a Miami ice house, loaded into the back of a pickup, and dumped in the marina parking lot. ... by Ann Lee Miller | Jan 1, 2016 | Blog, Coconut Grove FL, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
Hurricane Laurie gusted across the Gulf of Mexico, 105 mile-an-hour winds gunned for the Glades and south Florida. It was October 27, 1969, and my family barreled across Biscayne Bay under full sail, heading for a Hurricane Hole to wait out the storm. I planted my... by Ann Lee Miller | Dec 26, 2015 | Blog, Coconut Grove FL, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
Like every morning, I pedaled hell-bent down Dinner Key Marina’s Pier 1, nearly rattling the teeth out of my head. Dad’s never-ending boat chores and a night spent cohabiting the aft cabin with a spider the size of my hand sloughed off me. I could almost see Dad’s... by Ann Lee Miller | Dec 18, 2015 | Blog, Coconut Grove FL, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
I floated on my back in Biscayne Bay a few feet from the Annie Lee, trying to block out a lot of things I didn’t want to think about—the ten feet of water and blowfish beneath me; the Canfield kids, big-eyed in the front row of the Aristocats; the bundle of laundry on... by Ann Lee Miller | Dec 11, 2015 | Blog, Coconut Grove FL, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
My little brother viewed the dock’s ribbon of one-by-sixes as a personal drag strip for his rattletrap tricycle. R.J., whose swimming career had been confined to the bathtub, started half way down the dock and pedaled full-tilt the gauntlet of coiled rope, dock boxes,...